The young girl was curled up fast asleep on the sofa as her parents argued in hushed voices.
"We can't just leave her out there alone!" the Father argued
"We have no choice.  People wont accept us and we wont be able to show our faces respectably anymore" the Mother countered
"But she's just a child, our child" he pleaded
"Do you want to be an outcast? Be shunned by our friends? That's what will happen if we keep her.  We don't deserve that, we're good people.  This is Satan's child, only He would bring this monstrosity into our home.  If we send her away we'll be denying Him the opportunity to enter our lives.  Do you want to be punished by the Lord for caring for one of Satan's children?"
"No of course not.  I would do anything for the Lord but she's only a baby!"
"We have kept her hidden away this long, we wont be able to do it any longer.  She's already getting too big for the cage and she makes too much noise the neighbours have already started asking questions" she said.  The Father looked over to the sleeping form of his baby daughter.  The blanket his wife used to cover her face had fallen away and he could see the hideous growth.  He winced and looked away.  His heart was in conflict with his mind, his heart told him he loved his daughter regardless of her deformities but his mind teased him with thoughts of how life could be without her.  It used cruel words to torment him, hateful comments the neighbours would say; Devil worshippers, Satan's child.  They'd be run out of town, forced to live on the streets.  Her or us?  We can always have more children, good children, normal children.
"Ok" he nodded, giving in "we'll take her out tonight and leave her on the waste ground over the hill.  Someone may find her there and take her in".  His wife smiled a relieved smile "May the Lord bless us for casting out Satan's seed".
 
Nightfall was at least a couple of hours away so they both busied themselves around the house.  He deliberately kept himself away from his daughter.  He knew it was for the best but he had a bad feeling.  His wife worked away the time baking for tea.  Laying the table she called him in to eat.  Their daughter was locked away in her cage and out of sight so they could eat in peace.  Before they knew it night had crept upon them and it was time to take their daughter away.  As his wife got the child ready he checked to see if anyone was lurking around outside.  Seeing the course was clear he beckoned to his wife to bring their daughter.  She walked over to him and passed the child to him.  He looked at his wife,
"I'm sorry, I can't do it.  I can't go.  You have to do it alone" she pleaded.  He saw the desperation in his wives eyes and understood.  He patted her hand and then was gone.
 

He kept to the shadows as he made his way through town to the designated dumping ground.  His eyes darted back and forth looking for anyone who might catch him at his dastardly deed.  In his head his mind raged on, ‘am I doing the right thing' ‘life will be peaceful and normal without her, no more hiding' ‘she's our daughter, we love her' ‘she's brought nothing but shame'.  Then he remembered the look on his wife's face and his determination grew solid.  He crested the hill and looked down on the new home of his daughter.  It was bitterly cold tonight and he was glad his wife had wrapped the child in a blanket.  He picked out a sheltered spot and made his way down to it.  Putting his daughter down, he cleared away a space and laid his daughter in it.  He got up to leave and took one last look at his daughter, he took in her features, her left arm had only two fingers, her right was barely a stump, her right leg was badly deformed, but all these could be covered and hidden from the eye.  It was the growth that covered most of her petite face that was most disturbing.  It was an angry red colour and looked like it would burst at any moment.  With that final look he was gone.

 
The young girl's eye's opened and she saw a bright light.  As she screwed up her eyes the light was turned down.  The air was warm and soft and filled with the sound of soothing music.
"Ah your awake" a man's voice said from beside her "lay still.  You've had a terrible time," he continued as she tried to move
"Where am I?" she asked
"Your safe"
"Where's my Mummy and Daddy?"
"Your Daddy and Mummy are safe at home.  They brought you out to me, you was cold so I took you into my arms and brought you home" he spoke to comfort her.  The girl smiled.
"Do you know how old you are and what your name is?" he asked
The girl thought for a moment then answered
"Well, I am nearly 4 months old but I don't have a name"
"That's alright, I will give you a name" the man smiled
"My body is broken too," she added
"That's alright, I will give you a new body too"
"Mister, what's your name?" the child asked

"People call me God," he answered